Blast, she was napping. Jean hesitated, not wanting to disturb her. Like him, Az was bereft of anything useful to do.
Blind him, she looked so lovely there. Like some lovely sleeping princess. Even if she was wearing one of his shirts, which always seemed to him looked much better on Az than they ever did on him.
Debating for a moment whether he should disturb her, he decided to man up and just do it. He knelt down beside the chaise, gently lacing his fingers in hers. "Azzy," he murmured softly, reaching up with the other hand to brush some of her hair off her face.
He had to ask, because he really, really wanted to have this for the rest of his life. No matter how long or short that was.